By "Flesh"

Last night I tongue-danced,

ego-wrestled across a table and

too many drinks,

fast friends with fast smiles

lighting laughter against the dark.

Last night, last night it was

4am on empty streets;

Tom Waits in my headphones

with his songs of love and death.

A thousand footsteps in the dark,

a thousand thoughts as dim,

I remembered

a little girl

in a picture

and didn't feel like laughing

anymore.

"I received this text at 6 am. I was tossing and turning trying to sleep and it came at the perfect moment. I love this poem, especially the 'ego-wrestled' dang have we not all been there a thousand times"